The Jonathon D. Fischer Foundation

When I was 27 years old I wrote a letter to God. It was simple: Dear Lord, please give me the tools and show me the way so that someday I may have the opportunity to help children around the world less fortunate than I. Some years later, and with the grace of God and the help of some extraordinary people I am now able to give a hand up to the under-served children in Haiti.

The children of Haiti have been through so much in their short lives, and the little that I do can never compare to the overwhelming love and generosity that flows freely from their hearts toward my husband and I each time we visit. Whether we’re in Marialapa painting schools and braiding hair, or in Dos Palais, building bunk beds and playing games, reminders of the enduring spirit of the Haitian people constantly surround us. And each time we leave, though we are a little sad because of it, we know it is time to leave because a job has been done: New beds are ready for sleepy heads, new school books await curious fingers, and new wells are full of fresh water. And every time I leave, happy because of what we’ve accomplished, I can’t wait to return and get started on the next project. The children of Haiti deserve more than what my two hands and soul can give, but as long as I am alive I will return, always giving.